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The white socks up to the knees with shorts🤣
Oh, you love it!
The only thing worse is black socks with shorts.
Or white socks and semi-dress shoes with shorts.
Yeah, but did you catch the minority with the crop top also. Whoa!.. The only thing missing was the man bun.
That was a look…that most certainly did NOT include a man bun. Not saying it was a good look, but not uncommon in the 70s, and not just among Hispanics.
damn, can’t find the pic now but I had the same baby sh*t yellow Ford product, similar platform, mine was a ’68 Mercury Montego MX, first car, $325 in 1980 but I actually looked cool levi’s and a black fedora
So, I kinda forgot, if a guy wore a crop-top back then was he supposed to be a fag?
I remember it just being a look that lots of guys (and thankfully girls) wore.
Supposed to be a muscle T. I remember those.
I wore one of those for a basketball summer league on my HS team. Still have it – it’s a REALLY snug fit these days if I can get it on.
start the song first, then read…
“Well Mindy, let me tell you about bachelor number 3.
Recently laid off from his government job, he’s now currently a security guard at a White Castle in suburban Langley, Virginia.
Some of his hobbies include pyrotechnics, target practice with a pistol,
and nefarious surveillance from vans with darkened windows.
He enjoys children, but is not yet a parent.
A natural born narcissist flirting on the edge of being a psychopath,
he stands just 5 foot 6 inches tall, wears prescription ash trays for eyeglasses,
but grows his slightly graying hair long, to do a fold over, and cover up his premature bald spot.
Norb, come on out, and meet Mindy.
We will be sending you both on a 4 day cruise down the Ohio River, to stop off at Cleveland as a shore excursion with a prize package of 2 tickets to an Indian’s baseball game, 2 hot dogs, and 2 beverages of your choice.
I’m Bob Eubanks, and Thank You for coming on The Dating Game”
Absolutely NOT! Well I can’t speak for San Fransisco.
Worked at a full service gas station in HS (early 70s) and it was a blast, learned a lot and got pretty good tips on top of the pay.
Same here. Worked at several and was even the swing shift fueling supervisor at a truck stop when I was 16.
No cash registers. You were given a key to the cash drawer on a lanyard that you’d tie to your belt or a belt loop. You had to keep every transaction in your head while checking/adding oil and air (tires), washing windows and mirrors, and stopping the pumps on the requested amounts. Had to calculate sales tax on the oil in your head (3.5% at the time). Then go to the cash drawer to deposit payments and make correct change. For two islands of pumps.
Any shortages came out of your check. You also had to try to keep track of license plate numbers in case of “run-offs”, people that would drive off without paying if they thought you were busy enough. When credit cards came out, had to fill everything out and use the imprinting machine which was inside out of the weather. A book of “bad” credit card numbers came out about once a month and if a card was used that was bad and in the current book (meaning you hadn’t checked through the pages of tiny numbers), then that came out of your pay as well.
You learned a lot growing up back then. Now, if you hand somebody an extra nickel so you can get your change back in even dollars, they stare at you uncomprehendingly then drop what the cash register says in your hand without counting it out to you. Almost always have to bag your own groceries now because it’s too hard or demeaning for the entitled kids we have now.
My pappy’s first service station was in Lloydminster, Sask. I was 5 when he first bought it and we lived about 1.5 miles south of the town. My brother and I would walk to this garage to go to the fair grounds to play and see the fair when in town. I remembered it being small with one bay on the side. Its still there, but not a garage, its a tombstone place of sorts. It was a BA when he had it.
google earthed it at
Lat 53°17’12.53″N Long 110° 0’18.64″W
Something went wrong. I wound up in Chicago. I got it the second time.
Me too in ’67. You had a better time than I did. It was my first exposure to a ‘grownup’ bullshit artist. I can still remember some of the BS he told me.
Fran “the Scram” Tarkington. The Vikings GOAT quarterback.
Re school slide: when I was in elementary school in the very early 60s, our Moms would wrap our sandwiches in wax paper. Too early even for “Baggies”. Then after lunch we’d run out and use the wax paper to put a near-frictionless coat on the school slide to satisfy our need for speed.
If you were going down in tandem and fell, you would get trampled by those behind you.
Bailing out of swings while yelling Geronimo was also a favorite.
The 1962 crab apple war was my favorite…I even had my own army I led against the Central Ave. punks.
I developed a secret weapon…used my paper route bag one of my guys carried filled with more ammo then the Central Ave punks could carry.
WE BOMBARDED THEM INTO A RETREATING PANIC FROM THE BATTLE SCENE!!!
Unlimited crab apple ammo…the practical and tactical move that brought the Poll Place Gang of 8 victory!
The wars back then mirrored the politics of the country – no good reason for them, but we were all in. I remember finding a BB machine gun on the inside cover of a comic book. You’d mount it on the handlebar of your bicycle and turn a crank to spit an endless stream of BBs. In my mind, as well as the ad’s illustration, it looked a lot like the .50 on one of the Rat Patrol’s jeeps. I could easily picture myself spraying a hail of BB fire on my hapless enemies. Unfortunately, Mom was being a complete b-word and wouldn’t let me order it.
Young women didn’t have the resting B face many today have, and they have more femininity.
Nor the full-body tats and piercings. My circa 1963 wife still way sexier than most of the new ones.
Oklahoma red clay does not wash out of tighty whities.
I got to listen to my mom complain about that and scold me my whole childhood. I love OK dirt. Clothes shopping always considered how it would hold up to red dirt.
My Mom finally gave up and started buying me colored underwear. The red stain was still there, but did not show up as much.
My parents live in TN now, but she still talks about it, when something reminds her.
I just loved the red sandy creek bottoms that would make what I thought of as quick sand as a kid.
I forgot about making “quicksand” by treading in place for a while. Those were the good old days.
At least we can identify what we’re looking at.
I have an aunt who was an airline stewardess from ’69 to ’06—she wore a uniform similar to the ones the PSA stewardesses have on back in the day. Her retirement pic outfit was much more demure. She and my uncle are slim and trim to this day.
I have a good friend who went to work for TWA right out of high school in the mid 60’s. She stayed with them as they were bought out by American Airlines until she retired. Boy does she have some stories.
She volunteers sometimes at the TWA museum in the old downtown airport in Kansas City. She can still get into her original uniform (at 76) that looked kind of like a military uniform. She kept all of the different uniforms over the years and helped set up the uniform display.
I knew a young lady who was laid off when TWA went away and was given a 1 year pass on AA. She would fly all over the world and would make arrangements with the flight crew to bunk in their pads while travelling. She enjoyed that year of travel more than all of her trips as a “stew”.
When 707’s came out in the late 50’s we would go and watch them take off and land at Municipal Airport KCMO.
My attractive sister was a stewardess for Pan-Am in the early ’70s, but didn’t make a career from it.
Hahaha we used to call it Poor Sailers Airlines, as it was the cheapest around when OI was in the service 1970’s
Those half inch glasses that made old folks’ eyes look freakishly small always creeped me out.
My senior year in HS 1967 – me and Evelyn Wood got together…best course I ever took as to this day I still read one book after another…non stop.
Here is a 5 minute course…my invoice will be in the mail. Please make the check out to ‘mark’ (not Marky or Mark) two other posters. Care of
‘The markamo’
7.62 Leave Me the Hell Alone
North Cackalacky #1488
I think Cheech and Chong advertised the Evelyn Woodhead sped ridden course.
Fireside Theatre
Speed reading was always my Achilles heel. I could ace a math or science test without using much brain power, but my reading speed cost me on the essays. I remembered everything, I just could not go very fast.
Back when some actually understood
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Where are all the fat people? What planet was this on??
we were not fat back then…….No computers, phones or HFCS.
That Big Mac hairdo. Macleans toothpaste, I talked about that one recently on here. Pretty good one overall.
Back when hairdos were larger than waistlines.
My grammar school playground would never be allowed today, but the slide was nowhere near as dangerous as that. But the entire playground surface was brown river rock. Not pea gravel, sand, or rubber pellets. If you fell, you fell on a hard surface. I didn’t see it, but some girl fell and got hurt on the monkey bars.
Barbie Benton.. wow..
Love seeing all those beautiful women. When women were women.
Still a nice looking lady, even at 72.
Plastic covering the davenport = Grandma was a squirter.
I watched a doco on building the Saturn 5 rocket last night. There were literally 100s of 1,000s of engineers and craftsmen working on them. They showed video from the labs, manufacturers and testing grounds. It was in the mid 60s when we build them, most powerful rocket to this day, in history. The videos of them launching raises the hair on your neck
Didn’t see 1 woman or 1 black. All white men.
Actually there was a black guy that ran for president a few years back that was a real mathematician. I forgot his name….Herman Cain? He also ran some big businesses but was a real brain with math stuff……..obviously a Uncle Tom to the nigroes.
His 9, 9, 9 plan.
Cain is a much more recent thing
You should take a moment to look up the
movie: Hidden Figures
Although the crux of that movie was true, the racial shit was made up by Hollywood. The ladies the movie was about said they were never treated in a racist way.
I think I miss the land yachts the most.
Attractive thin females not dressed like Hobags making duck lip selfies. Ahhh….. the good old days.
The dudes in shorts look like gay porn stars. Very Boogie Nights.